Four

Nothing has gone like it should since we moved here. Nothing.

The agitator in our washing machine broke and now I can't wash clothes without standing there holding it down while the friction burns my hand. I can't stand that long because of my back and considering I need my hands to tweet all day, I had to call to get it fixed. The leasing company said they would send someone out to fix it for us, but called back later to tell us the lease had been sold. They told us to call the new company.

Do you know how many times our lease has been sold since we moved here? 1, 2, 3, FOUR times! Four times in 9 months. Are you fucking kidding me?

The new company said they would send something out. No one came yesterday. No one came this morning. I finally called the lady at 2:30 to inform her that we hadn't showered in days because we have no clean towels or clothes. And we will walk there. Up Hills. Both Ways! She called me back two hours later. From the tone of her voice, I could tell she forgot to call someone. Thanks bitch lady.

There was finally a knock on the door at 5:15. He said, "I'm here for fix your washing machine, but first let me fix your door." Dude! He NOTICED the very loose, damn near hanging off, doorknob! I walked him over to the washing machine and handed him the agitator. "Oh, yes, it is broken." he tells me, as if I called him all the way out here to fix the door for nothing. He said he would have to come back tomorrow because all of the stores were closed since it was after 5pm. NO FUCKING SHIT! After talking a few minutes, I brought up our ice maker. Guess what? He said he's going to fix that, too! SCORE!

He can promise me the world, but nothing matters if I don't have my washing machine back!